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A memory. . . .

I was in fifth grade when I first learned to dance. I was a new kid. Our teacher was Mrs. Pilch. And we would go to Mr. Artist's class for formal instruction in the Texas two-step. We would watch several students demonstrate. For those who don't know, here it is:

Boys: right hand on the girl's waist.
Girls: right hand on the boy's shoulder.

Left hands together.

Then, in unison, with boy leading: forward, forward, ...

"I just died a little inside."

But I guess that means you grow older too, a little, right? One more step deeper into life, closer to death. I don't mean to sound morbid-- growing older is a good thing. I'm still enjoying life.

I have to take my life by the reins before I can even consider leaving the beach. For this coming weekend, I had wanted to celebrate my brother's and sister's birthdays, and I had wanted to go to Augusta for my own reasons, but I know ...

Ever since I had that class in Child Lit which I had posted about a few times both in my blog and upon the forum during the time I was taking it I had developed something of a guilty pleasure for reading YA books.

This had started to come about because for one thing I did genuinely enjoy the books we had read for the class, and I particularly loved the work Feed by M.T. Anderson which was a dystopia and done quite well with an interesting narrative technique, and I found out from ...

I have been so busy with school lately that I haven't been writing anything at all and I'm starting to miss my serial killer and his victims. I mainly spend the time I have left after work,son,home here on the lit-net, reading or watching tv. but there will be a lot less tv here in a few days, there are 3 Icelandic tv stations until now only one that you had to pay for, one the official tv station and one with good shows for free, but not anymore. They can't afford to be free anymore so now we have ...

Penny for your thoughts?
If you could see my mind's eye
You would wish it closed.